7. Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
8. Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
9. Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
10. Because it prevented not my birth, nor hid sorrow from my eyes.
11. Why died I not from the womb? why did I not expire at the time of my birth?
12. Why did the knees receive me? or why the breasts that I should be nursed?
13. For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
14. With kings and counselors of the earth, who built desolate places for themselves;
15. Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
16. Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.